Welcome to Westview!

Now is the winter of our discontent

I'm not sure of a lot of things right now but this whole thing is so much fun!

i dunno why i ended up going to school other than my temp guardion until we all remember who we are wanted me to do it but no one there knew who they were and teachers were asking lots of kids where wed been or come from and no one was really able to put faces with names other than kenning that some where familiar.

kind of funny the last few days. way better than youde think amneshia would go...

After her initial post on the town's network and scrolling to see others making posts about not knowing things, Wanda checked in with her sons and Vision before setting out. And it wasn't intentional, but it felt like a moment where she needed to be a little more...heroic. Hence her donning the red outfit that has been seen very little since she'd first gotten it in her duel with Agatha.

That day felt so far ago. So much had changed. Westview had changed. She needed to do better for this place if it was to stay maintained and at peace. And in it's current state? Chaos was clearly erupting but she didn't know how or form where.

But first thing was first - her friends and neighbors.

With a small burst of her magic, Wanda launced herself from the step of her house's front door and soared across the town. There were a few people outside, some looking to go about their day but others looking a little...lost. She sighed and landed in the center of town, by the old pavillion that had been something of a center point. She spoke to a few people there, guiding them and sharing what she could before setting off again.

I think I have magic

Who: Astarion and Gale
What: The vampire is feeling a bit peckish
Where: The home they share
When: Feb 22, late night
Rating/Warning: Warning for a vampire doing what vampires do?

( Vampire spawn had masters, he knew that. He wasn't his own person )

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Things I know: There was a lass in my bed when I woke up. I have a...weird one way walkie talkie next to my bed. It keeps going off with codes I think I'm supposed to know. There were handcuffs on my headboard. I'm terrible at making breakfast.

Things I don't know: My name. The lasses name. Where I am. Why I have this clunky walkie talkie machine. Where I am. How to make Breakfast properly.

Is anyone else missing their entire life too?

I think I'm lost. I also don't remember why I'm lost.

I'm not sure why I'm wearing glasses. I can see just fine without them.

Also, um, I broke my bathroom door?

I woke to darkness. And I...didn't know where I was or how to get out of it but it just...opened? Like a door. And even in the normal light, something isn't right.

Am I There's something wrong with me. Are demons real?

Yeah, yeah so I don't know who I am or where I am but that's not important.

Do you actually need a ring to be married? Asking for myself. I don't remember anyone to claim I'm asking for a friend.

Hey. So someone settle a debate for me. I woke up in the bed of this apartment. That means it's my apartment, right?

Right. Can't deny it. The baby is definitely probably mine. He looks too much like me. The teenagers, however, are not. Is anyone missing teenagers?

This is really weird, right? Like. I got a headache from trying to think and remember real hard!

I also have a lot of knives and weird plants and a GUN?!

I don't know my name but I know some people's apparently? I have a journal. Pretty sure it's mine. I can copy the handwriting pretty well. And it's all got dates.

How many of you can't remember anything?

Is it weird to realize that my dad is hot? I don't remember much of anything, but I DO have eyes and I know objective hotness when I see it.

My type is more one really special girl I want to make like me but Dad IS still hot, you know?

Everything is SUPER weird and confusing right now, and not remembering is scary sort of, but at least I know my husband...my amazingly perfect and wonderful husband, might I add... is always going to be here by my side. The town might have done something to our memories but that's still okay cause I've got him.

Any suggestions for something nice to make for dessert tomorrow?

From the conversations with the person I have spoken to most, I can infer that I was some sort of space privateer. Or at least the fence who sold the goods.

I am not sure how to feel about that. It does seen a little extreme for a bloke who looks like I do. I'd have expected I was some sort of low level bureaucrat making coffee because my dad got me the job or something.

So odd.